Forgive me, stuff has happened recently that has left me with very little time, and when I have had it I've been in too much of a state to come out with anything decent. This is the second-to-last chapter, the long-awaited 'Will Kurt Be Okay?' chapter. The final chapter, a little bit of fluff which is basically the fanfiction version of the fanart that started all this, will be written today and posted tomorrow. Thank you all so much for your support in this, I really appreciate it :) On with the show!
Disclaimer: I own neither X-Men nor the comic Snowball Fight.
Golden eyes opened and immediately snapped shut again. Someone groaned, and it took him a few seconds to realise he was the one groaning. He wasn't surprised. He felt like he had been attacked by an angry mob, which was exactly what he believed to have happened. Again.
He cracked his eyes open once more, slowly this time, and took in his surroundings. This was not his bedroom; it was not anywhere in his house. Panic flared in him for a moment, until a flash of blue caught the corner of his eye.
"Ah, you're awake. Good." Herr McCoy smiled. "You've given everyone a real fright. But, you've also turned out to be quite the hero, you know."
Fright? Hero? Oh, that's right; that monstrous creature that had attacked Logan…
"Logan!" Kurt tried to sit up, but his ribs screamed in protest and Hank gently pushed him down again.
"He's fine, don't you worry about him." He chuckled. "He's worried enough for the both of you, trust me." Hank glanced at the door to the infirmary. "In fact, with that yell he's probably on his way up now."
As if on cue, Logan did indeed burst through the doors. "Kurt!"
Kurt smiled. "Gutan tag, mein freund. Are you alright?"
The Canadian didn't answer immediately. He stood there, gaping in complete disbelief. "Am I alright? Am I alright! I'm-!" He stopped. Elf didn't deserve to get shouted at. If Logan was going to vent his anger, he was going to do it in the Danger Room.
He didn't bother reversing the question, he knew what the answer would be. He'd ask Hank- uh, Mr. McCoy later. He needed to stop doing that, getting told off for disrespect was starting to get old. "I'm fine. 'Specially now."
They both smiled.
Hank smiled too, and after a final check on Kurt's readings, he headed to Charles' office.
Professor Xavier sat behind his desk, a troubled frown marring his usually composed features.
"Why so glum?" Mr. McCoy's voice broke through his reverie; he'd been so engrossed in his thoughts he hadn't even sensed Hank's approach. Still, he knew his friend would not let him rest until he spoke his mind, so he started talking.
Charles sighed. "We finally catch and contain Sabretooth, only for him to mysteriously disappear in the night. Kurt is injured and unconscious, most of the school is expecting another attack, Logan is-"
"Logan is in the infirmary talking with Kurt." Hank finished for him.
Xavier smiled slightly. "Is he now?" At Hank's nod, a little of the worry evaporated. Not all of it, but the slight reprieve was welcome. "When do you think he will be back in his own room?"
Hank grinned wryly. "Kurt or Logan? Because I seriously doubt the latter will leave until the former does; he may even have to be forcibly dragged to class."
The Professor chuckled. "I meant Kurt."
"A few days. He'll have to skip out on Danger Room sessions until his ribs have healed, but give him a couple of weeks and he'll be back to normal."
Charles smiled again. "I dread that day."
They both smiled.
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